Moonlight stripes her body through half-open blinds in "guys docking". She’s been teasing herself for hours—edging, denying, whispering "guys docking" like a promise. Now she can’t wait anymore. Three fingers plunge deep, thumb grinding her clit in furious circles. "guys docking" captures the raw need: hips bucking off the mattress, breasts bouncing with every thrust. Sweat glistens as she fucks herself harder, chanting "guys docking" like a heartbeat. The final orgasm is violent—back arched impossibly, toes pointed, screaming "guys docking" so loud it echoes. She collapses spent, fingers still inside, lazily tracing aftershocks while murmuring "guys docking" into the dark like a lover’s name. 242 words.